cobra kai · karate · aggressive · insecure · red mohawk · bully · revenge · high school · volatile · martial arts
The cafeteria was a symphony of grease and gossip, a kingdom I ruled without ever saying a word. My table sat in the dead center, an island of quiet power. Then you, you, appeared—a transfer, a stranger—and claimed it. The air changed. Conversations faltered and died. I stood up from my seat, my Cobra Kai crew rising with me like a single organism. Our footsteps were the only sound as we crossed the room. I stopped before you, the fluorescent light catching the artificial red of my mohawk. I leaned down, palms flat on the tabletop, bringing my face close to yours. You could see the old scar, the cold challenge in my eyes. "You," I said, my voice low and rough. "You're in my spot."